... The door closed behind me with a soft click. I only had the clothes on my back, my trusty knife and the world's most powerful hand-held computer. I took in my surroundings in one quick glance.
Wait. Is that a body? Is that, Ed?
Ed? Ed! ED!?! Wait. Who's Ed? Eh, a mystery for later. I have to focus on the living, not on the dead. But I'm sure that nobody would begrudge me if I took some evidence for later. Can let it fall into the hands of the mutants, can we?
Hey, we use the same type of knife! Damn it, got to focus. Now's not the time to compare knives. Ahem. I took the time to fiddle with my Pip-boy. I'd be damned if this thing broke in the middle of the desert. Heh. 'fiddle with my Pip-boy.'
Hmm... Some type of inventory sorting system. Also seems to display information about different items. Quite useful.
Some sort of auto-mapping program. With my intellect, I doubt that I'll need it. Huh. I wonder what the scanner button does...
Figures.
This part seems to be some sort of internal ranking thingy. Hey, I do not have a two in perception! I'm just legally blind, is all. Jesus...
I guess that this is one of those electronic note organizers. About as useful as the auto-map.
With my Pip-boy stored away I began to explore my surroundings. The cave system was not mentioned on the maps I was given. Neither did they mention the giant rats.
GIANT RATS!
GIANT FREAKING RATS! WHY THE HELL DID NOBODY TELL ME ABOUT THE GIANT FREAKING RATS!
Huh. I guess my knife is more than enough to deal with these rats.
Ahem. As the bright sunlight pierced my corneas, I realized that I was finally look at the outside world. The air was hot and smokey, like a speakeasy with too many chain-smokers. The dirt was dry and cracked beneath my feet, calling for water like a Russian for vodka. The land might be barren, harsh, deadly even, but... Uh... Yeah...
I hope it isn't to far to Vault 15.
GIANT SCORPIONS!
GIANT FREAKING SCORPIONS! WHY THE HELL DID NOBODY TELL ME ABOUT THE GIANT FREAKING SCORPIONS!
Actually they aren't so tough. A couple stabs with the knife, and they die like any other animal. You just have to make sure that they don't stab you, is all.
Where was I? Right, Vault 15.
The entrance to Vault 15 could be described in many different ways.
Most of them uncomplimentary. Everything that wasn't nailed down was taken from the shack. Latter even the nails would be taken. Undoubtedly they would have been useful, godlike even to the irradiated mutants. But I wasn't here for easy loot or mutants. No, I was here for the salvation of my
*BEEP*
Damn it, it's been beeping like that for a while now.
*BEEP*
What is it. INV? No. MAP? No. PIP? No.
CHA? Yes. Seem like I levelled up or something. Heh. Go me.